But there was sothing different, sothing terrifying about him. There was just sothing... sothing beyond his unreal good looks that made her shiver with fear just by looking at him. The air around him was shrouded with an ominous energy that was indescribable, and she felt as though she was in the presence of a force beyond human comprehension. He definitely did not co across as human.
A chill ran down Elle's spine as she gazed at the man before her. There was an otherworldly aura emanating from him, making her feel like she was in the presence of a creature not ant for this world. Every inch of him seed to radiate a palpable sense of inhumanity, as if he were so kind of malevolent force that had taken on the outer coating of a human form. It was as though a condensed form of a wild power had been compressed and harnessed into the shell of a human. Elle could not shake the feeling that there was no trace of humanity in him, no shred of empathy or compassion. It was as if he was a being of pure darkness, with nothing to connect him to the world of the mortals.
A disapproving sound echoed from the other male, pulling Elle's attention from the man next to her.
"Did you slip and end up killing them?" the terrifying man asked, his eyes fixed on the other man across from him.
"They fainted on their own. I didn't even do anything yet," the other man teasingly defended himself from his partner's accusation. Elle's eyes widened hearing the banter between these two godlike or demonlike persons before her. She could not believe it. That voice. She has heard that voice before! I know this voice! She did not know how or why, but she just knew that she knew it!
Suddenly, Elle's mind was flooded with mories of a man sitting with her in his lap, the book of choice in her own lap while he was reading her a story when she was younger. Though she could not quite see his face, the sound of his voice was unmistakable. It was the sa voice she had just heard. Could it be...?
"I'm certain you did sothing." The man next to Elle chuckled darkly. "You just failed to notice what it was that you had done."
With a jolt, Elle's body lurched forward and she lifted herself up, leaning on her elbow. It was as though a surge of adrenaline had shot through her veins, giving her a brief mont of strength. But as she steadied herself, her hands trembled uncontrollably, her weakened body struggling to maintain her balance on the cold stone altar beneath her.
The man beside her made a move to help, but soone else's hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him in his tracks.
"I just told you not to touch her, Gav." The man with the familiar voice said firmly.
But the man nad Gav smirked mischievously in response to his partner, an elegant brow arched up in question.
"It's instinct, Zeke." He replied with a shrug.
Elle shrank back. Her mind was screaming in disbelief after hearing that particular na.
Zeke?! Ezekiel?! The owner of this voice was Ezekiel?!
She turned her face slowly.
The man nad Zeke was... Elle was speechless.
It was like looking at the painting of a god, his features perfectly chiseled and sharp. He was utterly otherworldly. It was as if he had been crafted by so divine hand, sculpted out of marble and brought to life by so dark magic. His looks were just unreal!
"P-prince Ez...Ezekiel?!" Elle stamred. She knew at that mont that this man was no other than Ezekiel, her ex-brother-in-law, so to speak. He is Sebastian's brother and Alicia's husband! He was the missing prince!
Elle was in shock, her mind reeling with the revelation that the man standing before her was the long-lost prince.
"You've grown." He replied after a few monts of silence and Elle found herself unable to speak. It was just two words but why did those words tug at sothing within her? In that mont, Elle's mind was flooded with flashes of mories, like a sudden storm. mories that seed to have been erased from her mind for so long. She rembered a man in a black suit reading her a story and then she rembered the sa man wearing a surgeon's clothes. He wore a blank, unfathomable expression the entire ti, but she saw her younger self smiling so happily at him.
"You're... un... uncle Zeke!" her eyes were wide circles. The man nad Gav chuckled. "Did this girl just call the almighty Zeke as her uncle?"
Zeke simply glanced at the chuckling man before returning his gaze back to Elle. "Apologies, but I cannot help you to sit up. Neither of the two of us can touch you." Zeke explained.
"Why?" Elle was taken aback by her own audacity in asking a question, but she could not help it.
Despite recognizing Zeke, he seed sowhat different from the 'him' in her mories. Elle could not help but feel confused and bewildered by the mories and the man before her who was nothing like she rembered. But despite the shock, she found herself brazenly asking him questions. His face looked different, and his deanor was unrecognizable from what she recalled. He seed to be no different from the man nad Gav, except for the fact that every ti Zeke looked at her, she could still see a glimr of humanity in his eyes that was completely absent in Gav's.
"Here's what happens when we touch living beings from another world." Gav spoke as he touched the masked man's arm. The masked man's skin blackened and cracked, as if being consud by an invisible fire. The pungent sll of burning flesh filled the air, and the man writhed and scread silently in agony. Elle shuddered at the thought that Gav had nearly touched her. If Zeke had not stopped him in ti...
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